MacArthur: [chuckles] That is it. There is absolutely no way you're getting away this time.

Sally: Wait, MacArthur.

MacArthur: Governor Acorn?

Sally: Don't do this. They didn't steal the meteorite. They were bringing it back.

MacArthur: Ha! How could you know that? Unless... unless you were conspiring with a bunch of known criminals.

Sally: Well... (clears throat) as a matter of fact, it's time I came clean about something. The truth is I'm really... (clears throat) r-really...

Wile: Really a big fan of redemption arcs. Yeah, we know. We're done running away. MacArthur, do what you need to do.

MacArthur: What? Y-You're turning yourself in?

Wile: We might not have stolen the meteorite, but we did steal a lot of other things. It's time we took some responsibility. Start a clean state. Take us in, MacArthur.

MacArthur: Wow, really?

Wile: You finally did it. This is your moment, MacArthur. Drink it in.

MacArthur: (gasps) Wow. You know, I should... I should give a speech. I... Well, I-I should, shouldn't I? (clears throat) When I was six years old, I decided that I wanted to play the piccolo, only to find that my fingers were just too powerful for that fragile little instrument. And that's when I discovered law enforcement.

Sally: I'm proud of you, Wile.

Wile: You know, a squirrel and a coyote are not that different. You got a good thing going here, Governor.

Jen: So, it turns out the saga of the Bad Guys has come to a simple and totally satisfying conclusion. Though I wonder, what happened to the meteorite?

Creek: Cuddles! Faster, faster!

Jen: It's Professor Creek! He's bringing the meteorite back.

Creek: Huh? Uh, yes, yes. Bringing... bringing it back. That's precisely what I am doing. Look no further. Your hero has arrived.

Jen: Professor, care to comment?

Creek: I tried to help them, Jen, but in the end, it's the same old story. Bad guys bad, good guys good.

Jen: So true. So wise.

Creek: Furthermore, for the good of the city, I have generously decided to take the meteorite back to my compound for safekeeping.

Lola: Is he seriously gonna get away with this?

Creek: Thank you. Gosh, you're kind. Give it up for me!

MacArthur: Wait a second. This isn't the meteorite. It's a lamp.

ALL: Huh?

Sylvester: (chuckling)

OTHERS: What?

Flashback starts

Lola: Sylvester, what did you just do?

Sylvester: What? My friend was sad, and I was just cheering him up.

Lola: I think Wile was right. Maybe we could be more than just scary villains.

Sylvester: I'm bad. You're bad. Let's be bad together.

Creek: You've got yourself a deal.

Sylvester: Can I try it on?

Creek: Of course, partner.

Wile: Don't mind us. Just robbing this place.

Flashback ends

Creek: But if that's a lamp, where is the...

Sylvester: (chuckling) The old switcheroo.

Taz: It's a butt.

MacArthur: Hold on. This is the Zumpango diamond. But this was stolen by the... (gasps) By the Crimson Paw!

Creek: Me? Oh, oh, no, no, no.

Jen: OMG. And a shocking twist. The notorious bandit known as the Crimson Paw has been revealed to be... none other than Professor Creek.

Creek: I'm not the Crimson Paw. Sh-She's the Crimson Paw. Sh-She's the Paw! I'm a flower of goodness. No!

Daffy: Ooh! That's my reptile right there. That's what I'm talking about! All right!

Sylvester: Come on, somebody had to destroy that meteorite. That thing was dangerous.

Wile: That was pretty good there, Syl.

Sylvester: Good? It was genius. Not only did I foil the troll, I got you to admit how much you care about me.

Wile: Sure, yeah. I just wonder about one little thing.

Sylvester: Oh, yeah? What's that, Wile?

Wile: Who do you think put that one Push Pop in the fridge?

Sylvester: Wait. You... No.

Wile: I knew you were good.

Lola: We good, baby. We good.